2002-12-07 | the Unraveller

electrified by lavender mosquitos

snake bitten and bed ridden

magnified by invisible torpedoes

the anger is forbidden

centipedes stabbing you in the dark

duller then the head of an ox

sharpened by the light of a spark

slowed down by the progression of alarm clocks

petrified glass, broken in a pile

walking the endless black road

magnetized by the hysterical mile

miracles get squashed like a toad

reading the haikus of a dead man

poetry making me scratch the itch

dictating the policies of said man

searching for tools and a perfect sized ditch

digging through the boots of a passed-out traveler

wondering how such a rugged man could have a fanny pack

he makes my head spin so i title him "the unraveller"

and tuck him in to bed in a dusty old shack

no pillows just his shoes

with a little less in them

at least i left him his booze

the bills hold no real power within them

what is money to a man with such a simple life

does he really know what it's for

maybe that's why it wasted away, with no signs of life

it was soaked like pony boys floor

greasers are actually the clean ones now

to look slick is to be not sick

the rich kids get kicks out of tipping over cows

or looking for something to lick

- premature ejaculation | tantra +